It looked more real than fake. The detail was very impressive. There were moths around the base of it and a few more glued to the back of the bone.
One of these men must have had a penchant for them because there was a large portrait of one hanging on the wall, a bare light bulb beneath its pale, thing wings.
I glanced at the skull every few bites until Declan reached out and removed the clear dome covering it.
“You like this?” he asked, lifting the entire thing from its resting place, gently.
“Yes.”
“You can have it.”
I must have misheard him.
“Have it?”
“Yeah, you like it you can have it. I know where to find plenty more.” He smiled, showing a bright white set of teeth, and scooted the skull towards me.
I reached out, stroking the smooth bone with my fingers, and then lightly pet one of the moths.
Outside of my sewing kit and the stuffed animals gifted when I was younger, this was the first thing I’d ever gotten from someone.
I made a silent vow to take very good care of it.
“Thank you…Declan.”
I didn’t see the look he and Ethan shared from beside me; I stayed preoccupied with my food and the skull until the plates were being cleared.
Ethan taught me how to use their dishwasher, but refused to let me help him clean, suggesting I wait on the couch so we could all watch a movie together.
So with a stomach filled with food I forgot existed, I went and settled on their suede sofa.
I couldn’t recall the last time someone cooked for me.
I couldn’t remember when Mother and Buddy hadn’t demanded I clean the kitchen after they had a nice dinner for themselves, leaving me to eat another can of green beans sprinkled with Ritz, or chicken Ramen.
This house…I liked it.
Declan and Ethan joined me after shutting all the lights off but the one above their stove, and draping a warm throw over my legs.
They seemed relaxed. Neither of them was in full suits or their dress shoes anymore, and their sleeves were rolled back.
It was still hard to look at either of them for more than a few seconds, but I found myself enjoying their company.
The movie began unlike any I’d ever seen before. Usually, the name of the production company flashed on the screen. That didn’t happen. There weren’t any names being listed of actors or actresses either.
I hadn’t thought to ask what we were watching. Only having an old box-set for my whole nineteen years of life, I simply learned to watch whatever came on cable.
The screen was never this big or so clear. When it changed from pitch black to a room with shimmery red light, I leaned forward a little.
The scene showed a woman tied face down on what looked like an examination table.
Her legs were splayed wide open, secured in a pair of metal-like stirrups. The camera momentarily zoomed in between them, giving a close up of her…
“Pussy,” Declan stated. You looked like you were struggling. “Just call it what it is, a pussy.”
“Or a cunt,” Ethan helpfully added.
“Pussy,” I said aloud, followed by, “cunt.” I’d never said either before.
Mother called me cunt; I didn’t know it was a thing between my legs. And in the basement, Daddy told me about cock and pussy.
When the camera reverted to full screen, Declan’s hand slipped beneath the throw to rest on my thigh. Ethan shifted too, bringing his body closer to mine.
The woman on the television began crying and pleading around a black ball shoved in her mouth.
Two doctors appeared on screen, wearing white coats and surgical gear.
Declan’s hand moved higher, lifting my simple T-shirt as it did.
One of the doctors picked up what looked like a saw while the other pulled out their cock.
They didn’t speak to one another, almost as if this had been pre-rehearsed.
I watched the movie play out in full entrancement.
The man with the saw began cutting into the woman’s left wrist while the other one impaled her.
The camera switched angles, showing the doctor’s cock slamming into her pussy over and over again, even as wails of agony filled the room.
Blood coated the other doctor completely, changing what was white to red.
My mouth flooded with moisture as I watched, my legs slightly parting as the woman screamed her misery, and the sound of skin hitting skin as she was assaulted filled the room.
Declan’s hand went even higher, my eyes briefly shooting to his when his fingers grazed down my slit.
“Is this okay?”
He was asking me.
“Yes,” I answered.
On the other side of me, Ethan’s lips found my neck.
The scene played on, a finger eased inside me, then came out, went back in with a second joining it.
The sensation made me feel full, it didn’t hurt like before. And I could have told them to stop, but I didn’t want to.
I spread my legs a little further wondering what else his fingers could do.
“You like this?” Declan asked. “You like my fingers in your pussy, Helena?”
Swallowing, I went to respond, a foreign sound falling from my mouth when he pulled his digits out and shoved them back in, rubbing my sensitive bud.
There was a hint of pain that time. It was good though. I liked it.
“Yes,” I managed to say, my speech suddenly off; it came out as a tiny gasp.
Ethan’s lips began to kiss downward, all the while the movie played in the background with the woman being mutilated and screwed.
Declan gently turned my face towards him with his free hand.
Our eyes met, locked, and held.
In the glowing red light, I began to see that Molly had been exactly right.
He was gorgeous.
As I stared up at his face, something wet flowed from inside me and as his fingers continued playing between my legs more followed.
It began to drip down my center to the black suede fabric of his couch.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned.
I don’t know when things increased in tempo. Declan’s name escaped on a breath, Ethan’s following immediately after as his hand found my left breast.
When Declan’s lips pressed against mine, I stopped trying to make sense of what each of them was doing.
I felt fingers, lips, and warm breath fanning over my skin, all evoking a foreign sensation in my core.
Declan’s tongue met my own, occasionally exploring the roof of my mouth and catching every odd sound that rolled off the tip of mine.
His fingers continued to pump inside me.
I liked what they were doing.
I liked them touching me at the same time.
Ethan tangled a hand in my hair and pulled my head back, away from Declan’s lips to his.
He kissed a little gentler than Declan did, not as rough but just as intense.
His other hand joined between my legs, one rocked in and out while the other strummed my nub.
It was…I didn’t know.
My body felt hot, tense, and high-strung. There was something building in my lower stomach.
What it was, I tried to get away from, but Declan and Ethan kept me pinned between the two of them.
And then, suddenly, it was all over.
Declan’s fingers disappeared with one last, gentle kiss. Ethan’s hand and lips followed.
Blinking, feeling as if my mouth were swollen and I’d wet myself, the screen came back into focus. The camera had panned in on the woman’s face.
Her eyes were glossy, mouth agape.
Dead, she was dead.
I’d been too wrapped up in the men on either side of me, and had missed her death.
Blood now coated both of the doctor’s, some on the wall, most of it on the ground. There was nothing left of her right arm but a small irregularly cut stump.
The screen changed to blue, the home page of the DVD player.
I didn’t like that movie.
It was unsatisfying. They broke her and didn’t make it right. Why would they leave her like that?
Seeing the time displayed on the cable box, nine-forty-five. I knew I would need to leave soon. Molly said always be to Dad’s by eleven.
I didn’t want to go, though.
Between my legs was pulsing, there was an ache that had yet to go away.
And…
“I’m wet.”
“That’s normal, sweetheart,” Declan laughed and stood up, adjusting his pants.
“You did it, and you.” I turned to look at Ethan.
“You liked it, right?” he asked, tucking some of my hair behind my ear.
Glancing between the two of them, I wondered if this was this normal?
They had been touching me just seconds ago, and now they were back to regular.
I wasn’t.
I tossed the throw off and parted my legs. Lifting Ethan’s shirt, I touched between my thighs.
Wetness coated both. The nub on my pussy was exposed.
I looked back up to them both staring at me.
“How do I fix this?”
“How do you…this time, you don’t,” Declan replied.
“We’ll fix it for you, come here,” Ethan said.
He slid a hand beneath my bottom and easily lifted me onto his lap.
He gripped both of my thighs and spread them apart, his spreading beneath me.
“Take this off, baby girl,” he gently commanded, tugging on his shirt.
I lifted up a bit and helped him, pulling it over my head.
His hands ran up down the length of my sides before grabbing my hips and pulling me back down to his lap.
“You were right,” Declan said as he stepped between our parted legs. “Gorgeous,” he murmured, palms skimming over my breasts and down my stomach.
When he lowered himself to his knees, I didn’t know what he was going to do next.
He ran his fingers through my light brown curls, forming a V to spread my lips apart.
“Do you know what this is?” he asked, breathing on the sensitive nub.
“No,” I admitted.
“It’s your clit,” Ethan explained, tracing down my navel. “And we’re about to use it to make you come.”
“I don’t—.”
“Shh,” Declan hushed me. “Don’t say anything else; just feel my tongue as it fucks your tight little pussy.”
He spread my lips further apart and licked me from top to bottom, repeating until I was squirming and Ethan’s arm across my stomach restrained me.
Then, where his fingers had been his tongue went. I watched it disappear inside me. I felt it. In and out of my pussy his tongue thrust.
“Mmm, your pussy tastes so good, Helena.”
His words sent another rush of fluid right into his mouth. He lapped at it like an alley cat drank milk, swallowing it all.
Ethan took two fingers, swiped some of the juices up and began to stroke my clit in a fast, circular motion, nipping at my lower earlobe when I tossed my head back.
I didn’t recognize the sounds I was making or the way my legs began to shake.
Ethan’s cock dug into my lower back through his slacks, but I could scarcely concentrate on that.
Needing something to hold onto, I grabbed hold of Declan’s head, shoving his tongue deeper inside me as I fisted his silky hair.
He gripped my knee with one hand, adding a finger beneath his tongue with the other.
My body heated back to where it was before. The feeling in my lower stomach grew stronger with every lick and stroke.
I was always…empty, numb.
I’d never experienced anything like this. My chest heaved up and down as moans like the ones I’d heard on television or from Mother’s room poured from my mouth.
I couldn’t be sure this was really happening to me.
But it was.
Declan was fucking my pussy with his tongue, and Ethan was playing with my clit.
“Shit, she’s about to come,” Declan rasped.
I wasn’t sure how he knew that, but he was right, the feeling inside me must have run out of room because it became too much and burst.
My mouth fell open, everything else tensed. Ethan held me in place and continued stroking my clit as heat flowed through my veins.
“Good girl,” Declan praised, slamming two fingers in and out of me as liquid spurted from my pussy.
“That’s so fuckin sexy,” Ethan groaned into the side of my neck.
It took a minute for the overwhelming feeling to recede and my erratic pulse to slow back to normal.
I felt limp then and had no motivation to move.
Ethan held me close, stroking my hair. Declan gently rubbed my knee for another few minutes before he got up and easily fixed the hair I had disheveled.
He leaned down to kiss me again, and I could taste myself on his mouth.
I liked it.
I didn’t want to stop, but he pulled away and gave me a smile that made my chest feel funny again.
“Here.” He bent down and grabbed the shirt I’d taken off and helped me put it back on. “We have to go to work for a bit, sweetheart. But why don’t you stay here and watch TV until we get back?”
I looked around him to check the time again.
“I have to be back at Dad’s by eleven.”
“No you don’t, not if you don’t want to,” Ethan replied.
“You can stay here with us. We want you to stay here with us,” Declan corrected.
They wanted me to stay?
I didn’t think about what that meant before I nodded yes. Going back to Dad’s where I knew I wasn’t truly welcome, was unappealing to me.
“Good,” Ethan chirped, placing a kiss on my cheek before he placed me back on a dry part of the couch.
“We’ll be back soon,” Declan said, handing me the throw blanket and a curved remote. “If you get tired the room at the top of the stairs is ours.”
He said ours.
I couldn’t dissect anymore of his sentences right then, so I simply nodded again.
They left soon after, looking like the businessmen I had met in Dad’s sunroom.
I didn’t feel so lonely right then, even welcomed solitude as it joined me.
I was comfortable with the knowledge that these two beautiful strangers would come back.
If they didn’t I would have to find them myself and fix them so they could never leave me again.
Chapter Seventeen
Helena
It was another one of those movies.
It had to be.
I had been watching a show with a talking meatball when the screen abruptly went black.
Before I could fiddle with the remote the same shimmery red light shined from the television, a single bulb responsible for the powerful glow.
The room, however, was different than the previous one and the woman was new. A blonde, tied down on what appeared to be a dentist chair this time, her legs spread open just like the last one.
There was something moving all over her stomach and between her legs.
What was it?
Tossing the throw off, I moved closer to the screen and took a seat on the floor so I could see better.
There was a light clicking sound, and then the camera zoomed in.
“Maggots,” I said aloud.
They were wriggling on her stomach and a few looked as if they were trying to get inside her pussy.
This woman was a lot quieter than the last one. She had her head turned, staring at something off screen.
The camera zoned back out and I saw two men in the room now, two very familiar men.
They were shirtless.
Ethan had tattoos on his chest and down one of his
arms, Declan was smooth skinned, not a blotch of ink on him.
I tried to understand what they were doing, where they were.
Declan walked across the room and grabbed a metal trolley, affixed to the top of it was what looked like a power-tool, a drill to be exact.
Instead of the usual bit on the end though, there looked to be something like a scalpel melded onto it.
As Declan brought it closer to the blonde, Ethan adjusted her chair, making it so that her bottom half was higher than her top.
She began to struggle then, asking Ethan for help when he went to stand in front of her head.
He ignored her and began to unbuckle his slacks, speaking to Declan in a voice that was to low for me to hear.
The metal trolley was positioned between the blonde’s legs.
A sharp, terrorized, “No!” echoed through the room just as Declan hit a button and turned the power tool on.
There was a whirring noise as the blade on the end started to spin.
Without any more delay, Declan placed the tool in front of the blonde’s pussy, and slowly forced it inside.
Instantaneously blood began to fly in multiple directions along with small chunks of skin, the blade working itself deeper and deeper into pussy flesh.
Without a gag, the woman was free to wail as loud and freely as she pleased.
And she did, until Ethan inserted a metal device in her mouth that forced it to stay open.
He took his cock out next, while I couldn’t see it clearly due to where he was standing and the red light, I could tell it was thick, and hard.
He shoved it right in the blonde’s mouth, choking off another one of her long screams of agony, beginning to move his hips.
I tilted my head to the side, admiring the way it all looked as a whole.
When Declan stepped away from the power tool, leaving it to run, I didn’t expect him to walk up behind Ethan and take his own cock out.
But, he did.
And before my eyes I watched him put it inside Ethan’s ass.
My lips parted, the scene continuing on as I sat on the floor and watched.
Sloshing sounds from the mess of blood dripping all over and still splattering about, mingled with Ethan’s groans and the blonde’s choked screams.
I tilted my head, admiring how it all looked as a whole.
The blonde’s upper half angled towards the ground, full of Ethan’s cock. The lower lifted in the air being carved apart from the inside out.
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